Everything in her was screaming no, no, no!
But dear Gods, how she needed this. She needed the touch of his skin against hers, the smell of his hair as she pressed against him, the sound of his voice in her ears. The duality of him drove her mad; how was it that Byakuya could be so frigid one moment, and so alive, so carnal the next?
"I can't figure you out," Yoruichi breathed into his ear, her hands knuckle-deep into his hair. He made no response, only continuing his way down her body, lips surprisingly warm despite the cold words he often spoke. Only when she sighed his name, the words thick and sweet in her mouth, did Byakuya look up.
It may have been the dark, but Yoruichi thought she saw him smile.